Free Musings From A Demented Mind by Derek Ailes, James Coon

you’ll look cute in these.”
    “Really, mom, flowers.  When have you ever seen me in flowers?”
    “Kendra, we have to blend in.”
    “I found several flannel shirts for your sons,” Dave said.  “I hope they are ok out there in my van.”
    “They’re checking the database from this timeframe.  Hopefully they can find a way to send us back to our time.”
    “Melinda, why did you come to my time anyway?”  Dave asked.
    “Our compound was under attack.  By whom, we don’t know.  If it wasn’t for our friend, Marty, we would have never been able to escape in time.  We didn’t have time to adjust the year to travel back to.  This is where the tranzer decided to send us for some reason.”
    “Why go back to it then?”
    “We’re planning on traveling back before the attack and hopefully stop it from happening,” Kendra answered.
    “Do you have a plan?”
    “Hopefully, Garth and Jepkins can come up with one.  I think we have enough clothing.  Can you afford all of these?”
    “Trust me, with their prices, this is nothing.”
    After paying for the clothing, they walked outside and over to the van.  Garth had the passenger window down and was waiving at them.
    “Did you find something?”  Melinda asked.
    “I think I found a way home,” he answered excitedly.
    “That’s good news,” Dave said.
    “There’s a problem.  This won’t be easy. Dave, do you know how to get to Edwards Air Force’s remote base in Nevada?”
    “Area 51?”  Dave looked at him stunned.  He knew he was getting himself involved in a suicide mission.  “You just don’t walk onto that base.”
    “That’s why we need to come up with a clever plan.  We’ll discuss it on the way there,” Garth said.
    Melinda stared at David with a look which made his heart almost melt.  “I guess we’re going to Nevada.  We better stop and get something to eat first.  We have a couple of days drive ahead of us.”

               Edwards Air Force Base
                        Area 51, Nevada
     
    “What do you think could have caused an energy spike of that magnitude?”  Malcom asked.
    “Sir, I’m not sure.”  Wayne stared at the computer screen sorting through all the data the satellite had transmitted.  “I have a drone en route to Valparaiso.  I hope that whatever the source of the energy spike is it’s still there and we can find it.”
    “Imagine the possibilities if we could harness that type of energy,” Mason said, looking at the data on his laptop.  “The energy there could be the key to making the J’onn 6 go even farther into space at a faster speed.”
    “Then finding this energy source is a top priority.  Wayne, contact Agent Venable and send his team to Valparaiso.  Have them poke around and see if anybody witnessed anything out of the ordinary,” Malcolm commanded.
    “Right away.”  Mason rushed out of the room.
    Malcom looked out the window of the conference room toward the J’onn 6 sitting in the hangar below.  He looked back over at Wayne who was on the phone with the mission control center at NASA.  He looked concerned.
    “Wayne, what’s wrong?”
    “Jennifer Perez at NASA just informed me the energy readings the satellites picked up match the ones we detected in 1947 before the spacecraft crashed in Roswell.” 
    “Put the base on high alert,” Malcolm ordered.  “I’m going to contact the Pentagon.”
    “Sir?”
    “I think we have some unwanted visitors,” he said as he rushed out of the conference room.

 
                           Queen’s Diner
                        Outside of Chicago
     
    “They won’t let us onto the air base.  It’s a government installation, not a tourist attraction,” Dave warned as he bit into a potato wedge.
    “That’s not the plan.  I found a conspiracy theorist website that had an article about a top secret spacecraft spotted flying around Area 51.  There is a